“Something borrowed, something blue, at least, when frozen through and through. The workers on the outside, out there in nature during those dark and harsh winter hours, certainly earn the respect from all of us sitting cozily inside sipping our hot drinks feeling warm and sleepy.” Gun Roswell
When you are in trouble
And it’s snowing full throttle
No need to struggle
Just call on the double
Mr Plow
Here is how
Feel the wow
Before you raise
An eyebrow
All gone is
The snow
Mr Plow
“It might be Friday and a sun filled day, but it’s still in the middle of a very cold and harsh winter, but perhaps, the seaside frozen, beckons for some sporty activities chosen for the occasion?” Gun Roswell
A snowy sunny day
In the land far far away
Up North, let us pray!
Children came out to play
Even adults came forth
After all
What else is there to say
Because yet another
Fabulous and sunny Friday
Has found its way
No matter winter or not
The people,
Where there it to slay!
“They still grow, not as strong as before, yet continuing to hang on despite the harshness of winter. Perhaps even raising their middle fingers to the freezing cold.” Gun Roswell
Living, breathing, growing
Even if it is still snowing
Bending not breaking
Sometimes shaking
But soon it will be warm
After the cold and storm
“You can track those gone before, having carved a path in the fallen snow. At least in the early morning winter hours, when the snow showers have subsided. Only hoping they are leading where you want to go.” Gun Roswell
Barely visible imprints in the snow
Leaving behind, a soft glow
Only to be trying to follow the flow
With a pace certainly set to slow
“It looks like cotton candy, true, but it smells like nothing at all, tastes kind of bland if you dare to try it, then melts in your hand when you touch it. As it is simply water, nothing more.” Gun Roswell
Fluffy, soft and white
In the softest of light
Tiny jewels flickering
Waking the slumbering
Into a bright white blossom
In the snow as light as cotton
“The crisp of the air greeting your lungs, the freshly fallen snow covering nature all around, silence as nothing else is a wake, not yet… this is winter at its best, the early morning hours, just around sunrise” Gun Roswell
Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows
The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found
The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine
“Yep, it’s Winter time once again, that horrid cold and dreary blanket tightening around us and not letting go, until maybe April or May “ Gun Roswell
The snowy paths seemingly tempting, at least when viewed from the window from comfy and warm inside, but this illusion of puffy whites and fluffy piles of soft powder only hides the fact, that it is really, really cold in there and if you even try to let out one single word of swear, your breath will freeze in an instant and the curse will only become a soft whisper, in the seemingly gorgeous and absolutely picturesque scene, of a picture perfect snow filled postcard, something to send for a seasonal holiday, even if this specific day, would leave the visitor daring the winds and gust and cold, totally not sold on the idea of “yeah this is what I really wanted to do for my one day of holiday!”
Alas, this season too, is part of the vicious cycle of life here on the planet of these humans birth, the options not really there, unless, somewhere else on the sphere a relocation plan can be fared, but usually, it is simply best to stick with the planned life despite all the strife as soon enough, there will be warmer weather ahead. Besides, these days, you can simply stay indoors and enjoy the coco and s’mores, and sleep until the sun rises once again in May.
“It’s just like riding a bike! Guess it is just that! Only this time around, it’s done in the freshly fallen snow!” Gun Roswell
The several bikes under the tree taking cover from the winter’s deep and tormenting lash of snow, but that is just what it looks like from far away, as these bikes are here to stay, and even totally slay the snows of the winter, never ever fearing the weather, as they have been permanently tethered to this land of cold by their very riders so bold.
So for now, riding along, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, these bikes and their riders are fierce and do not mind a challenge, not even something bad or ominous foretold. As they take their two wheelers out there, in the open air, peddling gingerly away, as they are not the ones long in one place to stay. And so, no matter the heavy snow fall, the bikes and their bikers stand tall, against the weather gods.
Of course, the shovel is a necessary tool, when packing for the wintery cold, as digging out from the cover light sometimes, cannot be done by hand and well, that might be the only negative, or then it is the ice roads. Then again, spikes to the wheels and thinking of the snow pushing as a sport, the nothing can go wrong for these winter riders.
“Riding a bike in the snow can be a lot of fun, that is if you can find the bike under the snow first of all and then making sure it has all its needed wheels, otherwise it’s just time stalled!” Gun Roswell
In snow, not cotton
Buried, but not forgotten
Wheels, maybe slightly rotten
One even missing?
Never mind,
I will think of something
For riding my bike
There is no stopping!
“Riding a bike and in winter no less? Well, guess it takes all kinds, huh? The more shall we say, adventurous types?” Gun Roswell
Winter!
And so simply out of spite
I am riding my bike
Mostly enjoying the ride
Even down a very slippery
And extremely frozen slide!
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